Oberlin Blogs

What's a safe space, you ask? Good question. I'm not sure either.

The continued description of my second Fall Break as an Obie, in which I walk a dozen miles a day, eat incredibly well, and don't get nearly enough sleep.

An illustrated description of my second Fall Break as an Obie, in which I hang out with a staggering amount of fellow bloggers, eat incredibly well, and fall even more in love with Oberthings.

You are never, ever too old to trick-or-treat.

Ain't it funny how the night moves? And the day? And the weeks?

How awesome are our new bloggers? Secret: really really awesome.

On many an occasion during and after orientation when I have had to introduce myself, I have encountered a number of interesting scenarios in which my first name ignited a hilarious chain of events.

Oberlin has been the small, tight-knit and stimulating community I have needed for the past several years. But I am on the brink of exploring life and discovering my specific place in the world — a both exciting and terrifying prospect.

I made the choice to stay on campus this fall break, partly to decompress from midterms and gear up for the next half of the semester, and partly just to embrace that deceptive stillness.

The womb chair, taken on the macro-scale, is an analogy for the soft, supportive, wonderful, dreamy bubble of Oberlin.

I never intended to end up on the roof of Peters. It just happened.

Or, why calculus is not for me.